Hop off your high horse, pack your bags, kick rocks Kicks rocks We drug you along, you made it here fine Climbed on the back of something you can't define Cared more about style and less about substance You live in denial while you're pa**ing that judgment Brick in the wall, stick in the mud Hole in the floor, and I am nothing Living a lie, sliding along Say anything to make it feel wrong All your opinions a little more vague Keep flapping your gums anyway We know who's who, we don't need you Building, building, building, building your walls We're smashing, smashing, smashing it all